The Million-Dollar Heart

If Vivienne's memory served her right, it had been ten days since she started her regimen of remedies-a milestone that should have marked the end of her treatment. Yet, here she was, still sipping on what seemed like an endless supply of bitter concoctions. Percival handed her a glass of water with an unnervingly calm demeanor, his voice soft and comforting, "Vivienne, you forgot about the day we went to Grandpa Jack's. You missed a dose then. We're just making up for it." Vivienne could only respond with a sigh.

In exasperation, she asked, "Mr. Wolf, how much longer with this 'medicine'?"

Understanding her plight, Percival offered a reassuring smile, "Tomorrow is the last day. After that, we'll head to the hospital for a check-up to ensure everything's cleared up. We might as well see how our little peanut is developing."

Vivienne's lips twitched in amusement, "Our 'peanut' is barely two months along, probably not even the size of your pinky yet."

Percival's lips curled into a smile, his eyes gleaming, "At two months, we should be able to hear the heartbeat. Don't you want to hear our baby's heartbeat?"

That certainly caught Vivienne's attention.

Half an hour later, on their way to the Watson estate, Vivienne browsed through the information Draven had sent over about the Watsons.

Nolan Watson, the current head of the Watson family, was renowned for his expertise in both landscape architecture and as a chief engineer, particularly skilled in designing Western-style gardens. The family, once royal architects, had seen their fortunes wane over time. Now, they were recognized not for their historical significance but for their professional merits, attracting the attention of many affluent families. Interestingly, the Linklater family's estate was one of Nolan's masterpieces. This explained why Grandpa Jack had sent her with a letter to Nolan Watson.

Upon arrival, Thomas, their driver, couldn't believe his eyes-the estate's classical red gates and the surrounding wilderness seemed to transport them back in time.

Thomas had thought the Linklater estate was traditional enough, but the Watson residence, seamlessly blending into the nearby terrain, appeared utterly timeless. As beautiful as it was, it also exuded an intimidating aura.

Shaking off the feeling, Thomas informed Percival and Vivienne, "We've arrived."

After identifying themselves and presenting Yorick Linklater's handwritten letter, the butler invited them in, leaving Thomas to wait outside.

Entering the main hall, they were greeted by an elderly man dressed in a dark Western suit, emanating a sense of wisdom and longevity. Percival and Vivienne introduced themselves and quickly got to the point. "We've come to inquire about something, Mr. Watson," Percival began.

Vivienne wasted no time, "Mr. Watson, Grandpa Jack mentioned that the Wright estate was designed

"Ah, yes. The Wright estate was indeed a Watson project, but

and Percival exchanged a glance before asking about

"He passed away many years ago. However, if it's the blueprints you're after, I'll have someone search his

for finding the blueprints, Vivienne and Percival prepared to leave but

was always frail, succumbed to his ailments, worsened by

Nolan, Vivienne and Percival left for their next destination-the prison, where Declan

gravity of their visit, Thomas drove them to

in the backseat, Percival warmed her hands with his, "Going to question Declan now?

hardened, "Even if we don't, I'll make sure

Abigail's disappearance

so long, it was

small,

silver hair sat on a chair, his head bowed, making his expression

spoke up, "To think you had such a deep

so devoted to Abigail and her grand plan to overturn

opposite showed no

thing - that whatever Abigail needs must be with the Wright family." A flicker of movement showed in

Vivienne attacked the psychological

do, whether it's convincing people with the promise of immortality or achieving her goals througho weaponry,

and Abigail could die

and it wouldn't be a

fate of a Wright family member be with